Almost no one would have given this rock a second look or thought. But examining this one small stone has left us imagining who might have lived there long ago on your land beside the Catawba River. I love it!

This is mind-blowing! Time-travel! I can vividly imagine your feelings and thoughts when you understood this. And I know what you must feel. Much so because I once had a very similar experience, wandering across the desolate moors of the island Orust on the west coast of Sweden. I came to a big rock, and I saw from far away that it was flat like a table. It blew my mind away as I came close, seeing the tabletop covered with flint chips and splinters. A few were finished knives and scrapes. I was carried away, much like you with the soft rock in your hand. For a moment I found myself expecting the flint smith to return any moment to continue his work.
I’ve never been there again. I don’t know if I would find it. The moor is vast and there were no footpaths. But I’ll never forget the feeling!
Ellington